366 Days and Counting

Friday, August 21, 2015

Teething is not my friend.

I hope whoever invented the exersaucer died old and happy.

The closer the Lizard gets to talking, the more heartbreaking and adorable the sad noise.

The longer the Lizard takes with this teething nonsense, the wider her repertoire of disapproving glares.

The lizard thinks her teeny tent is way more fun when the flap is open and I am playing with her. The tent is the absolute worst if I am weeding.

Someday we will be able to convince people that just because the baby is cheerful doesn't mean she's not exhausted.

The Lizard is at least as bad as I am at tolerating heat, but she is much better at people.

Which means I'm getting more practice with people.

Stupid baby.